How the other half lives

So on Memorial Day I went to an open house for my new neighbors

Correction. On Memorial Day I toured an immaculate, magazine ready house IO have ever been in, which belongs to a family from the wealthiest area of the state who will reside in this house on some weekends.

They have four houses.

FOUR HOUSES.

Did that sink in for you yet?

If not...

FOUR FREAKING HOUSES

The family consists of the parents, a nine year old girl, a 13 year old boy (Who I have yet to meet :3) and a fifteen year old boy. (The brothers weren't at the open house because they had to study for final exams. Their private school ends in 4 days. #richkidprobs)

I was talking to the 9 year old, who for now will be called Abby (Not as in Richard's Abby Poodle) (who I hope I can steal the babysitting gigs for before my sisters) and I was complementing her room (which like all the rooms, was all white with color details) and she was asking me about my room. (Blue and green walls with a loft bed, if you're curious) 

She asks "Do you have your own bathroom?"

Are. You. Kidding. Me.

The nine year old girl is asking me if I have my own bathroom because she does and that's what she's used to. Kid, I don't even have my own room. 

A NINE YEAR OLD HAS HER OWN BATHROOM

Did I mention? Each kid had their own bathroom attached to their bedroom. In addition, the parents had a master bathroom and there was two extra bathrooms, one on each floor. That's six bathrooms. I have nine rooms in my whole house. wth.

This girl was amazed by my neighbors sheep. Who knows if she had ever even seen a sheep in real life before. By the time I was her age, I had seen, pet, held, and bottle fed sheep. Just the other day I had to help give a two day old sheep a shot and dock it's tail then make it drink because it's mother has the maternal instincts of a pineapple. (Whenever I've worked on the neighbors farm this last week, I've heard the baby bah-ing every so often because the mother will go into the orchard, leave the baby there, and forget about him/her. Again, a pineapple could do a better job.)

When I was trying to keep the kid at the open house entertained, we decided to play red light green light. We had to explain the game to the girl, which couldn't believe because in my town, that's all we did in grade school at recess. When I was talking to my sister, I said "She didn't know what red light green light is." my sister responded with. "Does she know what an iPad is?"

Overall, the family was very nice and I'm am glad to have new, friendly neighbors.
But still, four houses?!